A person's wish is always the same
To live life without pain
The fallen looking forward to this event
To burn the soul's of people who try to mend
The event is one i hope to come
Its one of torment that may never end
Hated by most loved by some
My wish is not the same
To live life with the pain
Soon comes the day of torment which i hope to come
As I wait for my last breath
With the hope never sent
Walking with the pain of an immortal one
My Final Wish Is Death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just something that came up in my head. Hey it may be true